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ROUND 2 K.O (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas
演唱：Joyner Lucas
作曲：Joyner Lucas
制作人：Leo Son、ADHD Productions、Dre(轩仔)
Yeah yeah uh
Uh yeah yeah uh
Yeah
You done ****ed up now, nigga
Joyner
Brrt brrt brrt
Let me teach you how to terminate niggas on sight
Little *****, you will never be at G level
I don't care where you from or where you grew up
You will still get slapped with a tea kettle
You ain't smokin' no sh**, you ain't never been lit
I turn big smoke to a **** pebble
Stop talkin' 'bout here and that platinum sh**
Lil' ho, you barely went sheet metal
Let's talk about how you got ran for your chain
It was curled on the floor like a leaf petal
Let's talk about how you never grow up that hard
And your mama always pushed you to be better
Let's talk about how your career fell off
And the sh** went straight through the meat shredder
I'm mad that I ever heard your music at all
If I didn't, I probably even sleep better
Hey, **** this nigga, I'ma spray with it
Put a Glock 19 to his face with it
Always knew you was a *****, you was raised with it
Now I know why your daddy okay with it
I should take your flag and burn that sh**
Give it back, then put you in a grave with it
How you gon' steal A$AP Rocky swag
And **** it all up and go gay with it?
You started it
I ain't duckin' no smoke, want all of it
Want to steal my culture and talk your sh** 'cause you met that you can't be a part of it
You don't get no play, we ain't bumpin' it
Facts ain't never droppin', no bombin' it
You got the worst songs that I ever heard in my life
I don't even want to hear niggas hummin' it
Oh, you bringin' up Tory, I'm lovin' it
They forgot my litty, we done with it
Me and Tory ain't never had smoke
That was really my nigga, we was just havin' fun with it
From the black Eminem, that's a compliment
I'ma wear that badge, I'ma honor it
A nigga sold like two hundred twenty million records
And I bet you done bought a whole lot of them
Niggas mad at me 'cause I bothered them
'Cause momma never told him she was proud of 'em
Even niggas like Giggs really hate your sh*t
He a real OG, there's a lot of 'em
You **** ride niggas and you fine with it
You got a lil' cosign and you proud of it
And you'll do anythin' just to get a lil' OVO chain
Even swallow it
I hold big smokers ready to chief with 'em
Better call the po and bring the police with 'em
Bring enough heat to cook up a beef with him
What a nigga up and bringing a beach with him
Bullet get stuck, he feelin' it deep in him
***** ass nigga, I'm makin' a yeast with him
A wagyu stick, I cut up a piece with him
Floss on a nigga and pickin' up my teeth with him
Cough on a nigga and make a disease hit him
Bark on a nigga, ain't takin' no leash with him
Lock a nigga out, I believe his teeth with him
Lock a nigga down and bury the keys with him
Smack ass niggas that really don't need venom
I'm skinnin' 'em alive and makin' a feast with em
Nigga need help, we bringin' the streets with them
Give a nigga hell, I'm bringin' a priest with 'em
I'ma send them to hell and I bet the devil'll tell him
That I'm a demon who broke a piece of that Heaven and fell
And *****, I'm a predicate felon, I put a shell in your melanin
And everything I ever said up on a record, I meant it
How 'bout we talk about how many ****in' records you sellin'
'Cause even back up in your country, they don't check up and listen
You only sold a couple thousand, ain't no battin' a seven. They gonna sell it at the counter at the 7-Eleven
And when I'm finished with you, I bet they would never forget it
There ain't a single mother****** who can stab at this weapon
I hate your accent and everythin' you said in the record
I need subtitles to get it, I'm checkin' the spellin'
I promise you that Drizzy only one that would ever mention you bein' a legend
Nobody would agree when he said it
I promise you it's gonna haunt you when you sleep in your bed
And I promise you that when it's over, I'ma leave an impression of y'all
I hope you know the pressure's all when I drop these sh** 'cause you really on the clock, boy
I'ma write a perspective song form a UK nigga who think he a top boy
Since you wanna talk about influence, let's talk about the female clothes you rock, boy
I seen you in an interview dressed like a *****, I guess you really a top boy
I catch him outside in the Birkens store, the Victoria Secret shop, boy
Take all your s***, then give it to my *****, she'll love that drip you got, boy
Put the UK/US s*** to the side, this is me against you, lil' pop boy
Clean up on aisle six I done wiped this *****, somebody come bring me a mop boy
I done turned Joseph to a crime scene
Why the **** a nigga thinkin' he could try me
How you do your nigga Wiley dirty, then turn your back on the UK grime scene?
You a snake ass ho, you slimy
You irrelevant, *****, you behind me
I don't even understand how you still got fans
I ain't heard your name since the '90s
I'm a hybrid nigga with a high beam
Turn the UK nigga to a lime bean
This the round two K.O, you ain't gettin' up
Better call the ER to revive him
After this, I bet you wanna fight me
That's the reason why niggas don't like me
Thought you was that nigga when you talk your sh**
Now you sittin' back wonderin'"why me?"
